John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

"Does Joyce give good head?" he heard her murmur. Until that moment, he had assumed that her actions were a prelude to an old-fashioned screw.

Now, he realized that the beautiful creature was about to go down on his throbbing cock with that full-lipped and obviously talented mouth.

"When she's in the right mood," he gasped. "Usually, she just does it to please me."

Dorothy drew the tip of her tongue across the head of his prick, pressing it back against his belly, then letting it spring outward to brush her cheek. Her tits jabbed firm nipples against his thighs, and her hands slid up and down the hairy legs before moving in on the rearing joint and the twin spheres that loomed immediately beneath the strutted cock.

"I'll bet," she whispered softly, "that she loves sucking Ted's dick."

Ralph did not answer, except for a slight clenching of his teeth and a tightening of the fingers entwined in her long hair. Dorothy planted a wet kiss just beneath the glans, then trailed her tongue downward to probe the scrotal sac. He moved his knees farther apart to accommodate her torso, and she responded by dipping her head and running her tongue beneath the heavy balls.

"Tell me," Dorothy demanded, bathing his nuts with her warm breath.

"Does Joyce really enjoy what Ted is making her do?"

"Yes, damn it!" he groaned, easing his hips forward and pressing his sac against her parted lips. All he could see was her red hair, and the head of his cock thrusting up in front of her face. As he stared down at it, the prick exuded a glob of clear lubricant from its swollen tip.

"She's gone crazy about that son of a bitch!"

Dorothy's head lifted, her green eyes mocking him. "Would you rather be with her than with me?"

He licked his lips, frowning at the question, yet unable to reject the lust that thundered in his body. "No!" he gasped. "If you'll just do what you started to do, I don't give a damn if he balls her brains out!"

Her mouth curved appreciatively. "You're sweet," she said huskily.

"Will you promise to sit still, and not try to make me do it your way?"

He nodded emphatically, his face working. "Any way you want it."

Her mouth curved even more, wet and promising. Her pointed tongue protruded, just flicking the head of his cock. She exhaled, baking the glans with her warm breath, and Ralph groaned at the feathery caress.

Again, Dorothy's head went down, lips parting to slide their wet oval about one of his leathery pouches, drawing the pliant half of the sac into her mouth and laving it with saliva, her tongue rolling the oyster about inside its fluid-filled pocket.

Just when he was about to tug at her red hair with trembling fingers, she released the delicacy and sucked the other nut between her gently nibbling teeth. As she tongue-fondled the nugget, her fingers began a fluttering dance up and down the strutted length of his prick, causing it to jerk back against his hairy belly in eager response.

His scrotum was wet from her mouthing, and she trailed a continuation of the wetness upward along the pulsating underbelly of his cock, pausing at the taut V of his glans. There, her tongue stiffened and flashed back and forth over the sensitive area just below the tiny slit. Her fingers, having moved aside for her climbing tongue, claimed the throbbing column again, performing a slow milking of its stiffened length.

"I want to taste that fuck-juice!" she whispered fiercely, her fist rising until the prepuce trapped the tip of her tongue between its loose fold and the head of the rearing cock.

As if in obedience to her wishes, his prick spilled a slippery glob of pre-come from its single eye, and her tongue sponged it up with a delightful wiggle.

"Ummmmmm!" she sighed, swallowing audibly. "You taste good!"

Dorothy fitted her lips over the swollen knob and began massaging it with her hot tongue, cheeks hollowing as she nursed the prick with hungry suction. Her head dipped, forcing her mouth onto the cock until the glans was beyond her palate, and her lips touched the curled fingers of her pumping fist.

Her nasal whimper was authentic enjoyment. True, she had begun her seduction as a way of getting back at her stepson. Since Ted was determined that their enjoyment should be nothing more than a byproduct of his own lust, Dorothy found a peculiar thrill in disrupting the lad's schedule. But, once she had tasted the salty masculinity of Ralph's prick, she was no longer concerned with her original purpose.

Jealousy had been a part of that plan, she admitted, bobbing her head to slide her greedy mouth up and down Ralph's delicious joint. Ted had forced her to go down on him, then had turned his attentions elsewhere, fully aware that he had awakened a facet of her sensuality held dormant since her marriage to Bruce.

She was younger than Joyce, she consoled herself, swallowing another glob of Ralph's tasty jizm. Yet, Ted was spending all his time with the older woman. The thought produced a picture of Joyce's blonde snatch, and Dorothy sucked harder on the throbbing meat of the tumescent prick.

Ralph's ass was bouncing on the edge of the bed, shoving his cock into her mouth as her head flashed down, ignoring his promise to let her set the pace she desired. His fingers twined the red hair about them, and he dared to force her mouth farther onto his prick, sensing that she was too excited to protest the violation.

His fingers slid lower on the shaft, still pumping in time with her slippery lips and writhing tongue. Then, as the prick delivered another surge of that delicious nectar, she released his cock and cupped both hands beneath his balls, sucking the quivering knob back into her throat and tightening the muscles about it with quick gulps.

Ralph tried to hold back, for he wanted more than anything else to prolong the exquisite pleasure of the redhead's mouth on his engorged cock. Now that she had taken the shaft deep in her throat, he could fuck his cock through those wet, sucking lips and heighten the pleasure even more. His ass bounced on the bed, and his nuts, held captive by her gentle fingers, slapped repeatedly against her dainty chin. He felt her tongue squeeze his prick, then lash the knob when he pulled it back to the barrier of her teeth.

Resistance was futile when Dorothy began swallowing more rapidly, and her throat muscles danced and shuddered about the glans with each thrust. In addition, she twisted her head as it bobbed up and down, giving her suction a screwing effect that tugged Ralph up and over the mountain of ecstasy.

Legs jerking and hips bucking, he pushed the woman's head down onto his prick and surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed up through the column and spurted against the back of her greedily gulping throat, feeling her fingers squeeze his balls as if seeking even more of the ropey sperm she swallowed with little whimpers of delight. She made no attempt to pull back, but buried her nose in his public hair as she drained his cock.

Susan Porter was aware that something unusual was happening, for the transformation in her parents and her brother was too apparent. But she had no idea that her mother had succumbed so completely to Ted's huge organ, nor did she imagine that Clyde had already committed incest with the blonde lovely.

When Joyce told her what was expected of her, she stared at her mother and discovered she was speechless with astonishment. At seventeen, she was not unaware that such arrangements were often made. But, she had never expected that she would become a part of one.

"Try to understand, darling," Joyce pleaded anxiously. "It's for all of us. Ted's really a nice boy. If you'll just cooperate, it can be fun."

Susan squeezed her thighs together, glaring at her mother. "You're saying that I'm supposed to let Ted do anything he wants to?" Her frown deepened. "What if he wants to do something really kinky?"